Greyscale

The heavy legs that drag across
A floor of cold, concrete
Still life

The photos a sepia frame
Of shutter chance
Un captured

(Would the taste of departure
Be sweeter then a memoir
Locked and kept like a mistress)

When the body lowers
Level with stone
Sleep is invasive
So persuasive
No longer elusive
As it was initially portrayed
In a black and white art

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poem by April Down
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